Post by CC Corp on Apr 13, 2016 16:35:41 GMT -5

Type: FieldUpon entering this field, you realize the world is near its end. Craters split the soil. Everything is either dead or upon its deathbed. It is said that at one point all the negative energy and destruction caused by the world's inhabitants amassed together and blackened the earth and tore up the sky. As a result, dark, wicked beings emerged from the shadows to feast upon the miasma-laden air. Countless battles broke out against the newly emerged creatures, but until this day, no one knows which side had won.

Post by icarus on Nov 28, 2016 19:43:08 GMT -5

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Did it really matter which side won the war? This world is destroyed anyway. Or at least, that's what you were told about this area.

Icarus gated in, immediately striking up a defensive pose with his scythe. Surely it wasn't a question of if the world was destroyed or not, it was who was left standing. The last man standing, sometimes literally the last of their kind. But then what if no one survives? Is that a draw, or did the planet win? Mother Earth: 1 Creatures: 0? There were so many questions, questions that would undoubtedly remain unanswered until they experienced it themselves, and that certainly wasn't going to happen anytime soon. Not in Icarus' lifetime.

Still, those that remained made great target practice, so long as they didn't get close enough to cause poison, but he was good at keeping them at a distance. After only a mere few steps, already several zombie-like creatures appeared, beings from the craters that destroyed this world. A.K.A. the winners. With several swings of Omnivicious, they fell, critical damage figures rolling up on a counter on his HUD. Icarus whistled and Lupus stepped from within his robes, the Oina growling at nothing in particular. "Shh, now. We're here just to train, nothing can harm you so long as I'm around."

After that the pup seemed to calm, though it remained alert to anything that might present itself a threat. Icarus spent the next hour or so collecting large numbers of foe with aggro, avoiding them with relative agility, and then dispatching them with a skill or two. It was tedious, and tended not to really aid, but it wasted time, and it allowed him space to think. What was his next move in this world. He had challenged a god in the past and won, was he simply to turn his eyes to the next being and fight that? What even was the next being of power? That bastard Twilight Dragon was always an option, though the coward had fled when last challenged. There was no point in attempting to conquer The World, that held no merit, most already acknowledged him as one of, if not the, strongest. It was a conundrum, but one had already knew of, one that he had already set his sights on an answer for.

The easiest answer of all, he'd just set his sights on fighting, and he'd fight until he could fight no longer, and then he would bloody well fight some more. What many wouldn't know until too late, was that his thirst for blood had not been satisfied in his hiatus, it had in fact increased greatly, but was hidden deep down. Festering in such an unhealthy manner that it could explode at any moment. It was taking great strength already. But he would shoulder the burden. He had to.

His blade snapped out with sudden ferocity, shearing the foe in front of him in twain, it's head rolling across the uneven floor before exploding in a shower of pixels.

Post by Lucky on Nov 29, 2016 8:21:18 GMT -5

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Lucky wouldn't call the landscape before him desolate so much as deceptively busy. Large, black rocks jutted out of the ground unnaturally and smoke lazily trailed up to the bleak red sky. He could just make out things moving about a ways away and he doubted they would be friendly once they noticed him. It was that sort of field after all. He didn't like it much, it was too depressing even for him. He much preferred fields that at least tried to hide the fact that they were brimming with danger, it made it more fun for him. Being faced with danger head on took out all the excitement and surprise.

Although he supposed this could be fun in its own way and he wasn't exactly here to fight anyway, he liked to think that the days of level grinding alone were over for him. It had been a lot more fun before when he knew his levels would be put to what he'd considered a good use. Now though? More levels meant more spells and that just meant playing as a normal cardinal host. And what better place to look for people to party with that would need his help than a field full of status effects? Looking around though he didn't see anyone nearby.

He sighed and considered just turning back and finding a different field when he noticed something moving quickly in the distance. A flash, something dark. At first he thought it might be a whole party with the amount of enemies he spotted blending into the dark surroundings but upon further inspection it was just one player. A higher level than him, unsurprisingly. Lucky wasn't so sure someone like that would even need his help but he might as well ask anyway. Or rather, as he'd intended, he would heal them regardless of whether they wanted it and just leech the experience from them farming enemies. Easy game, easy life.

He summoned his steplight, a shadowy figure that flickered and hovered just behind him in anticipation of attacks, and made his way over. The other player didn't even seem to notice him or if they did they didn't acknowledge him in any way. Nor were they taking damage. Interesting, if not a bit boring for Lucky. He stood in the shadow of a nearby outcropping of sharp rocks and watched as the player fell enemy after enemy with his large scythe. Once it looked like the enemies had stopped spawning for the time being Lucky applauded him, clapping and taking a step forward.

"Very nicely done," he commented, "I'm sure you don't need it but if you're sticking around much longer do you mind if I join you?"

Post by icarus on Nov 29, 2016 16:36:50 GMT -5

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The voice reached his ears from the rear, quickly followed by a growl from below. Icarus scowled towards his feet, where Lupus was poised ready for a fight. A frustrated sigh escaped his lips, it didn't really work if Lupus alerted him after he was made aware of an enemy presence. Then again he was still a cub, there was still plenty of learning to do before Lupus would be ready to properly aid him in battle. The warriors fearsome gaze rose to fix upon the speaker. The avatar didn't look like much, certainly gave off the coward vibe. All in all, not really worth killing, no mere human was anymore.

Icarus grabbed the base of his scythe and lifted into in one fell swoop, arcing to rest upon his shoulder with a hefty thud. "It's nothing." He scratched his nose indifferently, eyeing up, and then trying to deduce, what class the man before him was. As a solo player he hardly ever partied up with people, certainly not after the clusterfuck with Kitsune, or that mess with that girl, or the horrible time he had with Douken and that midget. Actually to be brutally fair that last one was actually quite fun, but nevertheless, he tended not to party up.

However.

His spells were more suited to party play, and his fans were light elemental but too close combat, having someone that could help out with that might be good. Plus it helped to get a bit of practice with the infinity fans. Hmm, there were definitely pros and cons to this. But...

Realisation dawned on him like a terrifying banhammer. Icarus had just been stood there staring at this fellow in front of him, saying nothing, for the past few minutes. With a slow intake of breath, he looked around the field, there was movement all around, dark hellish bodies writhing and wriggling through the dirt. Maybe...these weren't the winners of the war, maybe this is the remnants of the losers. Almost in answering to his pondering, a large decaying pitch black gargoyle leapt into the sky, howling in anger. The sound was ferocious enough to make Lupus cower in fear. "Hmph, very well, I'll allow us to party just this once." With a flick of a finger he sent the party request, before turning his attention straight to the beast in the sky.

Heavenly Wheel. Grabbing the end of his scythe once more, Icarus flung the blade into the sky, golden light enveloped it as it span, embedding on contact with the beast. Pushing off from the ground, Icarus launched himself towards his weapon, hand outstretched. The moment he made contact he flung Omnivicious to the ground, Gargoyle in tow, once more following the pair. The sounds of blades slashing could quite easily be heard, but dust made viewing difficult. Once it had cleared, all that remained was marks in the ground and pixels in the air.

With a click of his fingers Icarus switched out the scythe for the fans. "You think you can keep up with me?"

Post by Lucky on Nov 30, 2016 12:24:18 GMT -5

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Lucky crossed his arms and accepted the invite, watching Icarus take down the gargoyle with ease. At this rate he really might not have to do anything, not that he would ever complain about that. A smile tugged at his lips as he watched a few more monsters wrapped in torn black clothing rising around them, dark soil clinging to their mangled flesh. The shambling monsters were a bit faster than he really expected and he fumbled to equip his Shooting Starlight before they were too close. There wasn't time to cast a spell and he opted to simply whack the closest monster with the white wooden staff while his steplight moved to intercept another.

One hit down. It would take two more before going on a long cooldown. He didn't want to have to wait to summon it again and quickly brought his staff down against the ground with a loud clack. A gust of wind rustled his clothing and knocked the enemies back as a large tornado formed. After a moment, just long enough for the two zombies to try to approach him again, the twisting gales slammed into the animate corpses and sent them flying. It wasn't nearly enough damage to kill them, his attack spells were the weakest of any class, but it did knock them closer to the other player and Lucky had managed to avoid taking any damage.

"If I can't I'll end up getting killed, won't I?" he responded, almost too cheerfully. He was already having fun though, something he hadn't felt while logged in in quite a while.

He tilted his his slightly to watch something past the other player in the distance. At first he'd thought it was another of the many black spires that rose from the war ravaged land but now that he looked closer it was definitely moving. Dark and hulking with what might have been sharp spines poking out of its exterior unnaturally. It was a bit unnerving.

He looked back to Icarus and asked, "What brings you out here anyway? Leveling?"

Post by icarus on Dec 1, 2016 15:15:03 GMT -5

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Icarus chuckled. "Sure, though rest easily that if you lag behind and slow me down it'll be me that ends you, not these black bits of scum. We can't let that XP go to waste." The mans obscure line of sight didn't escape Icarus' gaze, though he wasn't about to make that obvious, with a subtle gesture he made Lupus watch his back for anything peculiar. Hopefully the pup wouldn't make its earlier mistake and would alert him to danger a bit earlier this time. The mutt wasn't the most obedient of creatures thought so there was no telling whether he would actually do the assigned task, or if he even understood the order given to him by his master. Though from the fact the Oina turned on his heels and faced to Icarus' rear it was likely that he understood at least some of what was expected of him. With brutal honesty the only reason Icarus even kept him around was for the boost to health points.

"Leveling? Not really, these creatures are pretty strong, and sure my level increases slowly but surely enough. But my only human enemy here is..." there was no point in saying his name, that would too easily create unwanted enemies or friends. Vance wasn't someone he could defeat with strength alone, skill, and a weapon that rivalled the power of a god is what he required. One surely existed somewhere in The World. A ruined field was a good a place as any to search. "No, I'm here for a different reason. I'm searching for a key item that might not even exist."

That and if he pissed around in places like this enough the chance of Twilight showing up was higher. Well, it might be higher. It couldn't hurt. "Anyway, what brings you here? Trying to leech experience off of people like me who actually have power?"

Post by Lucky on Dec 1, 2016 17:05:50 GMT -5

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Ah, a PKer then. Lucky shouldn't be surprised, a lot of them were high-damage glass cannon classes. It made them easy to spot from a mile away, not that it made it much easier to deal with them. Well, for most people anyway, it was a little different for him with his healing abilities. He didn't think it would matter much if Icarus wanted to kill him though, the level difference would be too much for Lucky to deal with. If things got dicey he would just run and log out. As much fun as it was to fight other people he preferred to hunt rather than be hunted, he liked a challenge but going against already strong classes that were far above his level just wasn't fun.

Lucky clapped his hands together and grinned, "You caught me! Yup, I'm just here for experience. Healers don't do well alone so I don't have much choice but to rely on stronger players."

Lucky didn't anticipate being in much danger from anything here. Even if the monsters were higher level than him they were still just monsters, they would have attack patterns he'd seen before and as long as his steplight remained active he wouldn't get hurt. Even if he did get hurt, as long as he wasn't one-shot, he could just heal. He wasn't one to make a mistake more than once, being able to quickly figure out where he faltered had always been one of his strengths.

"And what item would this be?" he asked. He was genuinely curious, while he never really cared about acquiring rare items he did like knowing about them, "I may not look it but I'm decently well-informed."

Post by icarus on Dec 4, 2016 11:43:12 GMT -5

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That was the question though wasn't it? What item would it be? Icarus laughed, for he did not know himself. A sword? A bow? Maybe a simple book. Whatever it was, it was waiting for him somewhere out there and he'd rather not have to find seven balls, summon Twilight all for nought. Or rather, however Twilight was actually summoned. "Ah, if I told you what it was, that would just create competition for myself."

Being informed didn't help with this kind of thing anyway. Icarus would know, he was an information broker for a long, long time. The layer beneath the game everyone else played was what he sought. Information on that kind of thing was scarce, if it even existed at all yet. Those that knew about it kept it a closely guarded secret. To be honest, it was quite possible he already had what he needed and could start the second stage of his plans. The problem was just he didn't know. He had no idea what to do or where to go, but he knew he had to do something. Sleepless nights and illogical conversations with himself always just resulted in this exact same thing. He'd go round and round in circles looking for something to help, and it always just came back to not having enough knowledge. It was fucking annoying.

"You're better off not knowing, but stick with me and make yourself useful and you might find out."

He wasn't about to kill off a healer, it didn't really feel right killing someone that couldn't even defend themselves. Plus, it always helped to have someone who could buff him and remove debuffs around. Icarus turned to look around, he could see the black hulking thing in the distance but couldn't quite make out what it was yet. "The hell is that over there?"

Post by Lucky on Dec 7, 2016 14:34:49 GMT -5

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Hanging around this guy seemed like it might be fun. Lucky wasn't doing anything else and now he was at least moderately interested in what Icarus might be up to, which was more than he could say for most players he ran into.

Peering into the distance again the thing was still moving about. He watched it crash right through a few tall black pillars, knocking them over with ease, "Monster, perhaps?"

He continued to watch it. There weren't many monsters of that size in the game and almost all of them were in dungeons, serving as bosses. He supposed there might be roaming bosses in higher level maps though. Either way it would be worth killing, bigger things were worth more experience. Ultimately though it would be up to Icarus whether or not they fought it though, Lucky was just along for the ride.

Well, that's how it would be for other clerics anyway. With a few keypresses the monster suddenly stopped in its massive tracks and its head swiveled to face them, two glowing red eyes peering out of its shadowy face. After a moment it turned its body and began to make its way towards them, trudging across the landscape and haphazardly crushing anything in front of it. Lucky watched as it dragged its long, thin legs through what might have once been a building now merely a pile of rubble and dust. As it drew closer he could hear the heavy clanking of its chain mail mantle and armor that seemed to only cover some of its body, pieces long since broken off and worn away by whatever war had been waged here. Whether this monster had been instrumental to the conflict or had merely been in the wrong place at the wrong time was hard to say but it was powerful enough to wander the decimated landscape even now.

"Well," he clapped his hands together and turned to his partymate, "Whatever it is it seems to have noticed us."

Post by icarus on Dec 7, 2016 15:55:49 GMT -5

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As the beast's head turned to face them, Icarus let out an exasperated "sonuvabitch." The tiny ones he could deal with, but this big bastard was another story. In these cases, size was proportional to constitution, strength, with a loss in agility, dexterity, and intelligence. However the main problem for Icarus against these guys were he himself lacked constitution and stamina. High burst, low health. Standard glass cannon. Even with Lupus boosting his stats and nine levels above the boss monster, it would likely be difficult. Good thing he had a healer.

"Yup, looks like it."

Icarus equipped Wrynecks ring, hoping the beast was of darkness rather than poison. "No need to worry though, it's just like the mecha-dragon I used to fight. Big. Ugly. Stinks like hell." A smirk spread across his face at the memory. There was more malice in it than humour. "But still too weak to beat me."

He let loose the rage he'd been containing within, his own eyes seeming to glow red with dark delight. How dare the world challenge him like this, when he was a challenger to the Twilight Dragon, when he had conquered possession by the power of a god, when he was the strongest The World had to offer!

HOW DARE IT!Drawing back his his arm, fan in hand, Icarus launched the weapon towards the beast, smiling with hands on hip as it harmlessly hit the creatures midriff and fell uselessly to the ground. "Lucky my lad, that was merely to gain aggro. Now the real show begins."

With a hand outstretched, Icarus summoned Omnivicious from his inventory, the golden scythe of a grim reaper reborn looking ominously big in his hands. The blades at the tip no longer fanned out, instead now joined together as one massive blade. Gods Unholy Wrather: with sudden ferocity, Icarus body and weapon exploded with a dark aura, altogether combining to create an image of a man that was barely human, and in fact more resembled a monster than the creature before them.

"Are you ready, Lucky? Once I start, I won't finish until everythings around me is ground to dust. So now's your only chance to run while you still can, riiight?" Fortunately as they were in a party Lucky was exempt from this, he was actually more concerned by the graphic nature that his bloodthirst could inflict upon the lad.